Walking on a dark narrow path,
With my head down to the ground,
Eyes swollen, my shattered heart,
From far away I hear some sound;
Eyeing up to the skies I see,
Birds in the air, so full of hilarity,
With their families, and so free,
But I am alone, losing my vivacity.
It was a day that held memories; clear blue sky and the dulcet light of the sun made it all look divine, but no eye looked to the blue sea above or the dulcet sun, for all prospects held in their core some distorted image of a missing purpose, some empty part of life…Read more "The Hollowness"
It is only after you have despaired that you hope, it is only after you have lost that you win, it is only after you have faced your demons that you become truly free, it is only after…Read more "Hunted She Lay"
And there will come that day, when you shall come and weep beside my grave; telling me my own stories and recalling the memories of those good old days. But I would be far, far away…Read more "And One Day You Will Be Weeping At My Lone Grave"